Shengui Changsheng: Start from Zhenwuwei and add some points to cultivate immortality

The vast mountain range is perpetually covered in snow, and the howling wind lashes out like a roaring beast, relentlessly ravaging this icy wasteland. Fu Shaoping and Nangong Yue, bundled in heavy fur coats, trudged through the snow. Their footsteps left deep imprints on the ground, each step seemingly requiring the utmost effort. All around them was a silvery-white world, so silent that only the wind and their own breathing could be heard; the howling wind sounded like the wailing of ghosts and wolves, sending chills down their spines.

"This weather is awful, it's freezing cold." Nangong Yue rubbed her hands, which were red from the cold, and exhaled a puff of white breath. The breath vanished instantly into the air, as if her warmth had been swallowed up by the cold at that moment.

Fu Shaoping smiled and said, "Hang in there a little longer, there might be a warm place to stay ahead." His voice trembled slightly in the cold wind, but his eyes revealed determination and optimism.

Just then, they heard a melodious flute tune, echoing through the empty valley. The sound seemed to possess a mysterious power, piercing the cold wind and snow, reaching straight to their hearts. The two followed the sound, their pace quickening involuntarily. They pushed aside the snow, proceeding cautiously, afraid of missing this hard-won clue to warmth.

Finally, they discovered a wooden cabin hidden deep in the snow-capped mountains. Wisps of smoke rose from the cabin's chimney, standing out vividly against the white snow, giving a warm feeling, like a beacon in the darkness.

They knocked gently on the door, which slowly opened, revealing an elderly man with white hair. His eyes were bright and piercing, and he exuded an otherworldly aura, seemingly one with the vast snow-capped mountains, possessing an indescribable mystery born of the passage of time.

"Who are you? Why have you come here?" the old man asked, his voice deep and powerful, carrying an unquestionable authority.

Fu Shaoping bowed respectfully and said, "Senior, my name is Fu Shaoping, and this is my junior sister, Nangong Yue. We were traveling here and were attracted by the sound of this flute. We apologize for disturbing you." His eyes were full of humility and respect.

The old man looked them up and down, then nodded slightly: "Come in, it's cold outside." His voice was brief, but it conveyed a sense of warmth.

The wooden cabin was warm and cozy, with a crackling fire in the fireplace. The old man poured them cups of hot tea; the steaming tea, emitting a faint fragrance, dispelled the chill from their bodies. Sitting opposite them, the old man slowly said, "I am a martial artist who lives in seclusion in these vast mountains. I have devoted my life to studying martial arts and have some knowledge of the various schools of martial arts in this world."

Fu Shaoping's eyes lit up: "I hope that you can give me some pointers, so that we can also learn more advanced martial arts." His eyes were full of longing and expectation, as if he saw the hope of taking his martial arts to a higher level.

The old man pondered for a moment and said, "I have a unique sword technique called 'Frosty Snow Sword Technique,' which is suitable for practicing in this cold place. However, practicing this sword technique requires great perseverance and patience."

Fu Shaoping and Nangong Yue nodded quickly: "We are willing to give it a try." Their voices were firm and powerful, showing their determination.

In the days that followed, they diligently practiced the 'Frosty Snow Sword Technique' under the old man's guidance. At dawn, before the first rays of sunlight illuminated the snow-capped mountains, they were already practicing their swords in the snow. Snowflakes flew, like white butterflies dancing in the air, their swords gleaming coldly in the snow, each swing imbued with unwavering resolve. At night, they studied the essentials of the sword technique in the wooden hut, often not resting until late. The candlelight flickered inside, their shadows swaying against the walls, their focused expressions seemingly oblivious to the passage of time. After a period of dedicated effort, their swordsmanship improved significantly; their moves became more fluid, and their power greatly increased.

However, the peaceful days did not last long. One day, a group of mysterious men in black stormed into the tranquil valley. Wielding sharp blades, they exuded a menacing aura and were clearly after the old man.

"Who are you? Why are you causing trouble here?" Fu Shaoping drew his long sword and stood in front of the old man, his eyes filled with vigilance and anger.

The leader of the men in black sneered, "Old man, hand over the secrets you know, and I'll spare your lives." His voice was deep and hoarse, like that of a demon from hell.

The old man frowned. "I don't know what you're talking about. There are no secrets here." His eyes were firm and fearless.

Without another word, the man in black swung his sword at them. Fu Shaoping and Nangong Yue engaged in a fierce battle with him. The 'Frosty Snow Sword Technique' unleashed its full power in the frigid environment. Fu Shaoping's sword danced like snowflakes, each strike carrying a chilling aura that kept the men in black at bay. Nangong Yue, meanwhile, nimbly weaved among the enemies, striking their vitals with her dagger. Her movements were light and agile, like a ghost. During the battle, their foreheads were covered in sweat, but their eyes remained resolute, showing no sign of retreat.

After a fierce battle, they finally repelled the men in black. However, the old man was injured. He sat in a chair, pale-faced, a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth. Looking at Fu Shaoping and Nangong Yue, he said with satisfaction, "You two are quite good; you have grasped the essence of the 'Frosty Snow Sword Technique.' There are still many unknown dangers in these vast mountains. Go now, take what I have taught you, and venture into a wider world." His voice was weak, but full of expectation.

Fu Shaoping said gratefully, "Thank you for your guidance, senior. We will never forget your kindness." His eyes were filled with gratitude and reluctance.

After bidding farewell to the old man, Fu Shaoping and Nangong Yue continued south, finally arriving in Lingnan. The climate here was warm and humid, with beautiful mountains and clear waters, a stark contrast to the vast, desolate mountains of the north. The rolling green hills, clear streams, and lush forests created a beautiful picture.

They strolled through the ancient town of Lingnan, where quaint buildings lined the streets, shops thronged, and people came and went. Street vendors hawked various local snacks and handicrafts, filling the air with a rich, mouthwatering aroma. There were vendors selling candied hawthorns, the strings of bright red berries gleaming enticingly in the sunlight; others sold ceramics, their exquisite pieces irresistible; and still others sold silk, its soft fabrics swaying gently in the breeze.

"The scenery here is so beautiful, and the people are so hospitable," Nangong Yue said excitedly, her eyes sparkling with curiosity, as if she were in a dream world.

Fu Shaoping smiled and said, "Yes, Lingnan has a unique culture and customs, and we must experience it thoroughly." His eyes were full of appreciation and affection.

They arrived at a teahouse and found a seat by the window. The teahouse was full of people; some were drinking tea and chatting, while others were listening to storytelling. They ordered a pot of local specialty tea, savoring its refreshing aroma and experiencing the leisurely life of Lingnan. Just then, a woman dressed in gorgeous attire entered the teahouse. The woman had a beautiful face and an elegant demeanor, followed by several maids. She attracted everyone's attention, and many people cast admiring glances at her, as if she were the most dazzling star in the teahouse.

The woman sat down at the table next to Fu Shaoping and Nangong Yue and ordered a pot of tea. She seemed to notice Fu Shaoping and Nangong Yue's gazes, raised her head slightly, met their eyes, and then smiled politely. Her smile was as beautiful and moving as a flower blooming in spring.

After a while, the woman got up and walked towards them: "Gentlemen, judging from your attire, you don't seem to be locals. You must be travelers from afar?" Her voice was soft and melodious, like the song of a nightingale.

Fu Shaoping bowed respectfully: "You are right, young lady. I am Fu Shaoping, and this is my junior sister, Nangong Yue. We traveled here and were attracted by the beautiful scenery and customs of Lingnan." His eyes were full of sincerity and friendliness.

The woman smiled and said, "My name is Lin Wan'er, and I am the daughter of a well-known wealthy merchant in this Lingnan area. I heard that you come from the north, so you must have seen many different sights. Could you tell me about them?" Her eyes were full of curiosity and anticipation.

Fu Shaoping then recounted their travels in the north, from the icy and snowy scenery of the vast mountains to the mysterious old man's 'Frosty Snow Sword Technique'. Lin Wan'er listened with great interest, her eyes sparkling with longing, as if she were already in that icy and snowy world.

In the days that followed, Lin Wan'er led Fu Shaoping and Nangong Yue on a tour of many famous historical sites in Lingnan and sampled local delicacies. They climbed towering peaks, overlooking the magnificent landscape; they strolled along ancient streets, feeling the weight of history; they also tasted delicious lychees, longans, and other fruits, their sweet flavors leaving a lasting impression. They also met some literati and artists from Lingnan, composing poems and painting together, exchanging cultural insights. On a moonlit night, they sat in the courtyard, enjoying fine wine and reciting poems, their laughter echoing throughout the space.

However, their peaceful life was shattered once again. One day, Lin Wan'er suddenly received news that her family was facing a crisis, with a group of robbers attempting to seize their property. Lin Wan'er was extremely anxious, her eyes filled with fear and helplessness, and she pleaded with Fu Shaoping and Nangong Yue for help.

"This is our inescapable responsibility," Fu Shaoping said firmly, his eyes revealing a fearless courage. "We cannot stand by and watch kind people get hurt."

Nangong Yue nodded in agreement: "Let's go together. We'll definitely be able to protect Miss Lin's family." Her voice trembled slightly, but it was full of determination.

They followed Lin Wan'er to her family mansion. By this time, a large number of bandits had already gathered around the mansion, brandishing weapons and shouting arrogantly, their voices seemingly capable of shattering the entire sky.

"Who are you people? How dare you invade my Lin family!" Fu Shaoping shouted, drawing his longsword, its blade gleaming coldly, as if declaring his anger to the bandits.

The bandit leader sneered, "We're from Black Wind Stronghold. Today we're here to rob your Lin family's property. If you know what's good for you, hand it over now, or don't blame us for being impolite." His eyes were filled with greed and ferocity.

A fierce battle was about to erupt. Fu Shaoping and Nangong Yue engaged in a desperate struggle with the bandits. Their swordsmanship and dagger skills gleamed coldly in the sunlight, each attack carrying immense power. Lin Wan'er was not idle either; she organized the servants and maids in the mansion to provide them with support. Some servants carried clubs, others spears; although their martial arts skills were not particularly high, they were full of courage and determination.

Fu Shaoping's sword flashed like a storm, each strike precise and deadly, leaving the bandits defenseless. Nangong Yue, on the other hand, moved like a nimble bird, weaving among the bandits, attacking their vitals with her dagger. Her movements were light and agile, making her impossible for the bandits to catch. During the battle, they all sustained injuries of varying degrees, but they did not flinch, their hearts filled with only one belief: to protect the Lin family.

After a fierce battle, they finally repelled the bandits. Lin Wan'er's family was protected, and she was extremely grateful to Fu Shaoping and Nangong Yue: "Thank you so much. If it weren't for you, our Lin family would be finished. I will definitely repay you." Her eyes glistened with tears of gratitude.

Fu Shaoping smiled and said, "No need to be so polite, it's just a small favor. We travel the world to help those in need." His eyes were full of sincerity and kindness.

Fu Shaoping and Nangong Yue gained a great deal from their experience in Lingnan. They not only made new friends but also experienced different cultures and customs. However, they knew that there were still many unknowns in this world waiting for them to explore.

"Where do we go next?" Nangong Yue asked, her eyes filled with anticipation and longing.

Fu Shaoping gazed into the distance, his eyes gleaming with determination: "I want to go to the Western Regions. I've heard there are mysterious deserts and unique cultures there, and perhaps we can gain more from them." His voice was deep and powerful, as if he were telling his own dream.

Nangong Yue nodded: "Okay, I'll go with you. No matter how many difficulties and challenges lie ahead, we'll face them together." Her voice was firm and resolute, demonstrating her determination.

So they packed their bags and embarked on their journey to the Western Regions. Along the way, they traversed vast grasslands, seeing herds of cattle and sheep grazing leisurely; they crossed treacherous mountains, experiencing the grandeur and magnificence of nature; they also forded turbulent rivers, experiencing the challenges and thrills of life.

As the sun sets, their figures fade into the distance, a new journey awaiting them. They don't know what lies ahead, but they believe that as long as they walk hand in hand, no difficulty is insurmountable, no dream is unattainable. In this vast world, they will continue to write their own legendary story.

(End of this chapter)